For Sylvia Plath
For Sylvia Plath
So where do you float now;
Genius of misery
Keeper and kept
Of those mysterious bees?
You would frown at an epitaph,
I know.
But epitaphs are inevitable,
You know.
Anyone who's read your lines
Wonders how you did it;
How those lines, tiny chains,
Pullled steady, unified;
Dragged you down to face the dark
The deep crevices of the mind
- Or perhaps you dragged them?
I'm Anybody; you're another -
Two mysteries
Linked by tiny chains.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2021
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